“Absolutely,” the librarian replied. “Temperature and humidity controlled, halon gas fire protection system, all documents stored in archival boxes that are kept in fire-resistant metals. Oh, you know the halon system? It depletes the oxygen in the air in case of fire, to protect the materials. So if the alarm goes off, you must exit immediately. The door will automatically lock within two minutes. And of course you must wear the gloves if you touch the materials.”
“Of course,” Dan said. He pulled on a pair of white cotton gloves and splayed his fingers. “And they’re also so helpful for jazz hands.”
Katja Mavel opened a case and withdrew a long, flat box with the call letters Jane had jotted in the notebook. It looked faded and a bit battered. “Ah, this is one of the old boxes. Not much call for these materials. We are updating all the boxes, but it takes time.” She put down the box but lingered. “So. You are studying the works of Tycho Brahe and Kepler?”
“Such a fascinating story,” Amy said.
“Yes, you know, Brahe is quite a hero in Prague. His death … for so many years, scholars thought his bladder burst.”
“Excuse me?” Amy asked.
“You know, he was at this great banquet, and it was said he didn’t want to be rude and get up for the bathroom, so …”
Amy could feel Dan and Atticus trying not to giggle.
“We have a saying when we leave the table for the bathroom. We say ‘I don’t want to pull a Brahe.’”
Dan coughed. It was a strangled sound, as if he was smothering a laugh. Amy felt laughter bubble up inside her just at the sight of Dan’s red face. This always surprised Amy, how hilarity could suddenly sweep over them just when things were at their most tense.
“So what exactly are you studying about Brahe?” Katja Mavel asked.
Amy knew the question wasn’t a trap. But they had to get rid of Mavel if they were going to steal the map.
Jake cleared his throat. “You know, my father still remembers his visit here so fondly,” he said.
Katja Mavel blushed. “I remember him fondly as well – as a colleague.” She tucked a dark strand behind her ear. “I admire his work. His scholarship. We all do. Is your father working on another book?”
Jake smiled. “I’d love to tell you a bit about it. I had a long train ride from Rome. I was wondering if there was any tea or coffee available … ?”
“Yes, of course. Why don’t you come to my office… . Would anyone else care for refreshments?”
“No, thank you,” Atticus said.
Jake took the woman’s arm. “My father would be glad to know that the library is still doing such important work.” As they walked away he looked over his shoulder at them. The look plainly said
Amy felt a twinge of annoyance. Jake could sure work the charm when he had to. He must know how gorgeous he was. And that made him insufferable.
“Ready?” Atticus asked them. His hands hovered over the box.
Biting her lip, Amy nodded.
Atticus lifted the lid. A musty smell invaded the room. Inside was the leather-bound edition of
With the reverence of a scholar, he carefully turned the pages. “It’s in Latin,” he said. “My Latin is pretty good, but I can’t translate the entire book.”
“I don’t think Jane wanted us to,” Amy said. “She hid the map somewhere inside the pages. I’m sure of it.”
“Just shake the book,” Dan advised. “Something will fall out.”
Atticus looked horrified. “Shake a sixteenth- century book? I couldn’t do that.”
“I could.”
Atticus emitted a squeak as Dan grabbed the book and turned it upside down. Nothing fell out. Atticus snatched the book back and hugged it.
“Dude, it’s a book, not a puppy,” Dan said.
“Let’s examine the endpapers,” Amy said.
Carefully, Atticus opened the book again. “Nothing in the front.” He turned the book over. “Wait a second … there’s something here. It’s like the book has been repaired. I mean, that makes sense … it’s more than four hundred years old… .” He peeled back a small section of endpaper. “There’s something under here,” he said excitedly. “I think we found the map!”
Cheyenne peeked over her book. Amy and Dan had disappeared into one of the side rooms with that skinny kid. The hunky teenager had gone into the library director’s office.
Casper lurked in the stacks. Cheyenne closed her book and joined him.
“The map has got to be here,” Cheyenne said. “We can trail them after they leave. There are some dark alleys between here and their hotel. I know you’re looking forward to that.”
“I have a better idea, and it’s even more fun,” Casper said. “We can get rid of them in one stroke
“In one stroke?” Cheyenne asked doubtfully.
“One stroke of a match.” Casper waved at the books in the stacks. “This will go up like a torch. But I can set the fire so that it doesn’t burn down the whole place – though, let’s face it, who would miss a
Cheyenne nodded. “Totally.”
“Here’s the best part – I checked out the fire system in the research rooms with the old stuff – halon! Sucks all the oxygen out of the room. Turns you into a fish on a dock.” Casper grabbed his throat and made gasping noises. “The whole place shuts down while we evacuate, I make sure the Cahills get stuck in the room of no air, they turn the systems back on, and we sneak back in and grab the map while the dead bodies of Amy and Dan look on. Presto change-o, we are winners!”
Cheyenne waved at the stacks. “You would destroy thousands of priceless antique books and papers just to get your hands on that map?”
“Is that so wrong?”
“Cool,” Cheyenne said. “I’m in.”
Atticus peeled back the last of the endpaper. A parcel was folded flat and wrapped in paper. A piece of notepaper sat on top.
“It matches the paper from Jane’s notebook,” Amy murmured.
Atticus read it aloud in a nervous voice.
“There’s that G again,” Amy murmured. “Grace?”
“No,” Atticus whispered. “Guardian.” He seemed to be in a daze, staring down at Jane’s note.
Before Amy could ask him what he meant, Dan broke in impatiently.
“C’mon. Let’s see what the parcel is.”
“Right.” Atticus unfolded the parcel and spread it on the desk. Amy recognized it immediately.
“It’s the de Virga!” she exclaimed. “Thank you, Jane!”
“It’s amazing,” Atticus breathed.
It just looked like an old map to Dan, but he leaned over to study it. “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to a spot.
“That’s the compass rose,” Atticus murmured. “Shows the direction of the compass. It’s right over Central Asia. The detail on this thing is amazing. Look at the coast of Africa!”
A light began blinking red over their heads. Amy looked up just as the siren went off. “Great. What a time for a
